When the Lion Smiles Archives

Chapt. 4- Part 23 “The Lion”

It was only a moment later that Gianna came running into the kitchen to find her husband with a cigarette in his...

The Concierge lowered his eyes to the case and then back to Franco. “Si, Sergeante?” He asked unimpressed. Franco smiled. ...

“Amore,” He chided, “what are you doing up? Did I wake you?” Graziella regarded her husband carefully, searching to see...

“Ma! Che fai fuori?” She demanded. Martin turned his head toward the canal and walked around the arguing pair of...

Antonio looked at him in surprise. “Are you kidding? I need you with me to insure that I make no...

Officer Peroni winced from the pain of having his radial-ulnar nerve mashed against his elbow. He tried to pull away but Franco...

It wasn’t the high pitched voice or even the veins that stood out on his forehead as he screeched like a fairy...

Franco had to take a deep breath himself for his mind was speeding ahead like a formula one racecar. “Do...

“…there is no American Consulate or Embassy here. The nearest is in Milano. Milano is a great distance and even...

Father Vittorio Mancini was ninety-seven years old. He was frail, withered and his robes hung on him like sackcloth over bare bones. ...